But Ye Jiangxue just yawned lazily and interrupted him: "The people of Liming should be the most important thing. I know it by heart, so my beauty Junqing doesn't need to waste my words anymore."

Yan Junqing looked helplessly at the shining silver moon in the sky, and then at the lazy little fox under the moon. In the end, she did not say anything to persuade her, but he could just drag her up from the dragon bed in the morning.

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"Well... Junqing, I'm sleepy and can't walk!" Ye Jiangxue said she wouldn't do it. She immediately stopped and threw herself on Yan Junqing's body. Then her whole body softened, like a helpless person.

He clung to Yan Junqing like a bear.

"How about I carry Jiangxue?" Yan Junqing naturally knew what Ye Jiangxue was thinking. He carried Ye Jiangxue on his back without waiting for Ye Jiangxue's answer. Even if he was carrying a little fox on his back, such an action

She still feels like a fairy when she wakes up.

"Hehe, beauty Junqing really wins my heart. Be good, and I will reward you when you get back." Ye Jiangxue's eyes had all been closed. As she spoke, she yawned again, and after a while she yawned again.

The furry little head rested on Yan Junqing's shoulder.

Although Yan Junqing's shoulders were thin, they were very strong. At the very least, they could support Ye Jiangxue, and even... they could support the entire world.

"This is a great kindness. I would like to thank you in advance." Yan Junqing could already imagine what Ye Jiangxue meant as a reward. It was probably to eat his tofu vigorously and then stay in bed until he could go to court.

, and finally left the court affairs that should belong to him and her to Yan Nian.

The night is just right, and the scene of the lotus pond is as quiet as a mirror. The wind blows by, and the soft fragrance of the lotus makes people unable to take their eyes away. It can almost make people forget the scene where they experienced the wind before.

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Ling Ziliang, who was sneezing and pulling Meng Xian to escape, had completely forgotten that Meng Xian knew martial arts. It was not easy to escape. One Qing Gong was already very far away. Alas, his brain was soaked in water and he was no longer able to work properly. Two people who had already run away were very far away.

Among them, one was holding on to the pillar and breathing heavily, while the other was calmly looking at the person who was breathing heavily.

Ling Ziliang was running out of breath. He looked back behind him to make sure no one was chasing him before speaking: "Scared... I was scared to death. I thought... I thought my elder brother would catch up and beat me."

Meng Xian didn't interrupt. Looking at the man who was running and sweating profusely, he couldn't help but shiver because of the cold wind. He hurried forward to wrap his clothes tighter and helped him carefully.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ling Ziliang turned around and was about to continue talking to Meng Xian. When he turned around and saw Meng Xian's face, he was a little stunned.

Meng Xian didn't care at all when he arrived, and continued to gently wipe the sweat from Ling Ziliang's face with a handkerchief. His movements were gentle and slow, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The quiet night, the white moonlight, the romantic chirping of insects, and the

There are two people merged in this painting, looking at each other quietly.

A gust of night wind blew by, waking up the two of them. Ling Ziliang sneezed untimely: "Sneeze, it's so cold."
Chapter completed!